when the silence of the mouth leads to shoutings of a mind so lost in thought

when the silence of the mouth
leads to shoutings of a mind
so lost in thought to be
forgotten on the wings
of they who fly
of they who show
a way many know
a way many know
but walk through
without giving a second
to stop and see
they are the series
they are the circle
brought for to be used
; likened to the sea,
we are but ducks,
stuck on surface, dipping
in for food and sustenance
but falling ‘neath the waves
when we’ve had our fill
and want too much;
until we learn to trust
in the god of abraham
and give up what we got
we will not see
the rapids ahead
and the shallows beneath
until we’re too deep to be
any type of free
from the ‘tow of so many muddy bottoms.